Belgica Page #2

---

He hasn't got much longer apparently.

Maybe we should go and see him too.

Jo, I swore I never ever wanted

to see the guy again.

- He's practically dead, Frank.

- So what?

So what?

- You're going a bit far now.

- I'm not.

He wasn't interested in you, you only had

one eye. I was a stupid arsehole.

- And Mum had to keep her trap shut.

- Sometimes you have to forgive people.

I know, Jo, definitely. You're right.

Forgive and forget.

It's really important.

But I'm no good at that. I can't do it.

- You can't?

- No, I can't. Certainly not in his case.

He can kiss my arse!

- Fine. We won't go.

- No. You can do what you like, man.

- We won't go, Frankie.

- If you want to go, then go.

- We'll stay home.

- Do what you like.

- We're not going.

- I'm not bothered.

If you want to go, then go.

Cheers.

- Frank, have a bite of my brownie.

- I'm driving.

Look at her face.

Madam. Madam?

Hey, sit down. Just sit down. Come on.

Hey, we're sitting down...

What's going on?

Sh*t! That's on my shoes!

My finger...

My balls.

I know, sweetie, but come on...

You wanted a baby, you got a baby.

You wanted kennels, you got kennels.

Now it's my turn.

I've also put enough of my time

and my money into this.

Come on, sweetheart.

We'll get the house, I promise.

But the Belgica first.

It's an hour's drive from here.

When will we see you?

- Never.

- Sweetheart, please.

- Be...

- No.

Do you know what you should do?

Throw a few more plates.

Isabelle, come on.

You and your wild plans all the time.

- What have you got to prove, Frank?

- I'm...

And you don't stop.

I'm becoming f***ing boring, sweetie.

I don't want that.

Life is whizzing past,

I need a challenge.

A challenge?

How about moving to South Africa?

- Is that what you want? Life is OK, isn't?

- Yes, life is OK, sweetie, but...

Come on, be honest.

We're falling asleep.

Where has the time gone when we...

A bit rock 'n' roll.

A bit rock 'n' roll?

A bit rock 'n' roll? Here.

A bit rock 'n' roll.

A f***ing bar.

A bit rock 'n' roll.

The more you object,

the more I'll go for it.

The opportunity is there,

I'm going to do it. Sorry.

You...

Fine.

Here, give that to me.

Goddammit, I don't believe this.

Sh*t.

Sorry, pal.

It's this f***ing idiot here.

Why did we bother putting boards

there?

- Shall we call the cops?

- The cops? No need.

One, two, three.

Take it easy, don't overdo it.

- OK?

- Yeah, I'm OK.

Right. It's not OK?

- Come on, it's a great place.

- Fantastic.

Hey Momo, the entrance will be there.

Over there.

So make a hole there, with a door in it.

Are you tired?

He can...

Welcome to

your favourite den of depravity.

Tonight we at the Belgica are presenting

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes